Trouble

G was baiting D. He poked him. D ignored G. G poked D again. D ignored him. I looked at G. He had evil in his eyes and wickedness in his tummy. I hit him hard with my hand. It didn’t hurt G. It did hurt my pointing finger. I shrieked. D turned to G and told him off. The evil one had to sit still. His poking finger sat on his lap. My pointing finger and me sat on D’s lap.